he is my brother

I led Juncang to stand in front of the temple, the little guy touched the lucky tablet around his neck, raised his head and asked me: "Shall we ask for one for Uncle Ming?"

I nodded and stepped into the temple. I didn't believe this. My mother asked me to ask for it for Jiang Mian. I was busy with my studies until my mother was dying of illness before realizing this idea for her.

Now I come to Puguang Temple again, holding my son and praying for a small blessing card for my younger brother. I am no different from my mother.

The abbot in the temple saw me smiling slightly, benevolent and peaceful, and clasped his hands together: "Donor."

"My surname is Jiang." I introduced myself, "This is my son."

"Benefactor Jiang." The abbot was kind and generous, "May I ask for a blessing card for your son?"

"No." I shook my head, "For my brother."

He smiled and said, "I remember Benefactor Jiang, the student who went up the mountain in the rain ten years ago."

I nodded: "Master has a good memory."

"It's absurd." He took out a sign from his sleeve and handed it to me, "May the benefactor be safe and happy."

"Thank you, master, for your good words." I grasped the lucky card tightly, and the card was still warm. I made up my mind and looked around the court. I don't believe in Buddhism, so I naturally don't have a Buddha in my heart, so I don't want to disturb the tranquility of the Buddhist gate. temple.

I remember the rain ten years ago very clearly. I rushed back on Qingming Festival. My mother struggled to call me and asked me to go up the mountain to ask for blessing cards to send to Jiang Mian, so I had to climb up the mountain in the heavy rain. Knocking on the door of the temple, the abbot was just a sweeping monk at the time, he opened the door and welcomed me in a mess, and handed me a towel and a cup of hot water.

I led Jun Cang down the mountain step by step, and Jun Cang asked me, "Shall we go see Uncle Ming?"

"Hmm." I suddenly remembered something and asked him, "You are at school, did you hear any bad news?"

Jun Cang was quiet for a while, and my expression became serious: "Tell the truth."

He dawdled for a while, then admitted in a low voice: "They said that Uncle Ming is a traitor."

I sighed and rubbed the top of his head: "Do you believe them or me?"

"Of course I believe in my father." His dark pupils shone with determination, "No one is more important than my father."

I couldn't help smiling, walked to the side of the car and opened the door: "Uncle Ming is not a traitor, he will come out in a short time."

Jun Cang got into the car and repeated what he said just now: "I believe in father."

He believed in me, not in Jiang Yuming. This feeling of suddenly becoming the pillar of a person's life is quite subtle.

I drove to the detention center, and things seemed to be developing in a direction that even Jiang Huaian could not control.

First, many aristocratic families stood in line. The Jiang family controlled the public opinion before Tantu Entertainment, released a large number of remarks to stir up the two things at the same time, and a big V said that the two things must be related.

What the Bai family controls is national defense, while the economy and commerce are firmly in the hands of the Jiang family. The most abnormal thing is that the Meng family, which has only seized the right to supervise the Internet in the past few years, is unconditionally on the side of the Jiang family.

This kind of action is very intriguing. I carefully checked the Meng family, Meng Yiliu, and when I saw her photo, I realized that she must be Jiang Yuming's mother's natal family, and most likely Jiang Yuming's mother's sister.

While the suspect was in the detention center, he could only be visited by a lawyer, so naturally I couldn't get in with my identity.

I opened the car door and stood in front of the detention center for a while, when a man in a suit and leather shoes came towards me: "Excuse me, is this Lawyer Jiang?"

I was stunned for a moment, the man blinked at me, and I admitted knowingly: "Yes."

He handed me some documents and said in a low voice, "Master Jiang is in Qingyun Pavilion."

I accepted the certificate and sighed: "I'll go at noon."

"Thank you." He passed me and walked away.

I successfully entered the visiting room of the detention center with my ID. After waiting for a while, Jiang Yuming walked in wearing blue clothes. He lost weight again, but his eyes became brighter. Like jade.

"Brother." He sat down holding a jar, "I miss you so much."

I looked at him, as if the previous anger had been severely suppressed by a hand, leaving only endless exhaustion: "How could you make it like this."

He put the jar on the table, the firmness between his brows is worth a thousand words: "I want to do this, brother." He looked deeply into my eyes, swallowed what he wanted to say, but said vaguely, "For You, I can do anything."

This feeling of being out of control again, something happening that I don't know about, I'm like a child in the dark, a prisoner in a room, an ant trapped in a glass, and it annoys me, even outrageously Angry: "Jiang Yuming, are you playing me for a fool?"

He stuffed the jar into my arms: "For you."

I glanced at the jar, the transparent jar was filled with stars, paper cranes and roses, pink, blue, yellow, and I cast my eyes on his face, trying to find a trace of guilt that kept me awake at night just because He felt guilty about running around, but no, he sat calmly, as if we were not sitting in the visiting room but in the bamboo forest after the rain.

"Brother, don't be angry." He leaned over to hold my hand and squeezed it tightly, "I will be obedient after I go out, and listen to you. I will do whatever you ask me to do, okay?"

"No." I brushed his hand away and stared at him calmly, "If you can come out, go to Meng's house."

His eyes widened, and he put his hands behind his back in embarrassment: "Why?"

"Your mother should be the daughter of the Meng family, and they are trying to fish you out." I clenched the jar, which was the only thing I could hold tightly, "I don't want you anymore, Jiang Yuming."

"I don't want you anymore." I hardened my heart, pretending not to see Jiang Yuming's red eyes for a moment, "I can't afford you, Jiang Yuming."

"Brother, you can't do this." He panicked, even his voice was trembling, "You can't do this, you never, never..."

"From the moment you came out, you were no longer my brother." I stood up and looked away, "Let's talk about this, I'll go first."

He was sitting on the chair, looking at me blankly, desolate and pitiful, he spoke with a hoarse voice: "Brother, when I go out, can you come pick me up?"

I took out the lucky card from my pocket and put it on the table: "This is a lucky card owed to you. Now, we have settled it."

"No one owes anyone?" he murmured.

"No one owes anyone." I stepped out of the visiting room, and Jun Cang was waiting for me outside.

"Father." The little guy held my hand worriedly, "Your hand is shaking."

I gave the jar in my arms to Jun Cang: "This is a gift from Uncle Ming."

He accepted it with a face of confusion: "Thank you, Uncle Ming."

"Yeah." I patted his head and opened the car door, "Let's go home."

"Okay." Hearing the word "go home", Jun Cang was very happy, his eyes narrowed into two crescents, he jumped into the car and obediently fastened his seat belt.